America

My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing Land where my fathers died Land of the Pilgrim's Pride From every mountain side, let freedom ring My native country thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love I love thy rocks and thrills Thy woods and template hills My heart with raptured thrills, like that above Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's psalm Let mortale tongues awake Let all that breathe partake Let rocks bear silent wake The sound roll on Our father's guide to thee Author of Liberty To thee we sing Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light Protect us by thy might Great god our king.